This is a song about "Emmanuel fucking chloe redhot lynch"

From the sky , u study in fucking

That skate hard, thrash black hoodies, try something

Words sharp like a jerry rice curl route

Then you're fucking confused,

Dry land , but its my fucking

Boy, i’m doin’ my damn thing

Time fucking froze, death is just another fucking foe

And all this snow, i call it infant sorrow

They say nothings ever free

Haha lots of hate, chloe

Place your fucking bets before i slice her fucking breasts

I had dollars for a young’un ever had cents

But still how you niggas i get jacks on the first

On this fucking world may be the fucking underworld

Chloe haterz, see ya

Kicks new, my denim, raw